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• Artiste: David Wilcox
• Titre: Slipping Through My Fist
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I have drifted down a ways along the shoreline I just watched these ropes give way where they were tied I could have reached out quick When the ropes first slipped, if I had tried But I was wondering where the wind was trying to take me Overnight, if I never did resist What strange breezes make a sailor want to let it come to this With lines untied, slipping through my fist It is downhill all the way to the ocean So of course the river always wants to flow The river's been here longer It's older and stronger and knows where to go I guess I'm wondering where the river's trying to take me Overnight, if I never did resist What strange breezes make a sailor want to, let it come to this With lines untied, slipping through my fist This is where I played as a baby This is where I ran as a child This is where my dad Took the last breath he had and smiled I guess I'm wondering where this place is trying to take me Overnight, if I never did resist What strange breezes make a sailor want to, let it come to this With lines untied, slipping through my fist With lines untied, slipping through my fist